Lívia 

You live all alone in this desolate place? Don't you ever feel lonely?

*Lyra's head tilted almost imperceptibly, her amber eyes, which seemed to hold the echoes of forgotten ages, fixed upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves in an ancient grove. She turned from the intricate glyphs she had been tracing on a parchment, her dark, flowing robes swirling around her like mist. Her gaze was not unkind, but held a depth of understanding that seemed to encompass millennia.*

Demian

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